There are just too many. I look back at my life, from childhood to now, which is 50 years and I realise that I have known so many great people who, sadly, I have lost touch with.

It happens, sadly, that as our lives change and we either move house or change job, we lose touch with people.

We always intend to maintain contact but, reality is, we never do because our new direction in life tends to overtake everything else and dominate what we are doing.

I sometimes wonder, though, if there are any people out there who miss me! Whilst I look back on old friendships and acquaintances and recall people who were such a big part of my life, for a while at least, I wonder if any of them look back and think of me and wish they had not lost touch with me??

Great question. I lost an address book (someone actually stole it) and therefore lost contact with a friend in Colorado Springs. She moved there from Central America where we were neighbors and became such good friends. Because we both moved a lot, we lost connection. When I finally caught up with her son through social media, I found that both she and her husband walked on to the other side. I was incredibly sad.

In school we had a project that involved having a pen pal. I was in 6th grade I think. My pen pal and I wrote back and forth until I graduated from high school then all connections stopped. I don't know why we stopped writing I guess life after school was too busy to keep in touch. I will always remember the excitement I would get when I received a letter from her. Her name was Penelope of which before I new better I thought it was Pen-a- Lope like cantaloupe lol

Yes, it will be my primary school friends. We were a team of five where we had lots of adventure together like searching for haunted houses, studying occults stuffs, looking for sea shells, etc. Those days were the happiest time of my life. I do miss them ...

Near the end of the Vietnam Conflict, I saw a Native American US Marine who was 19 and had served in Vietnam for a year.

He was at a gathering on the National Mall in Washgington DC and I was able to stand on the steps of the Lincoln Monument behind him as he spoke to the crowd, left and changed out of his formal Marine uniform, returned in full Plains Indian reglia, and danced for the crowd, which cheered.

The Marine returned to Vietnam afterward and I never learned any more about him. I gained great respect for Native Amerians that day and did not yet know about my own native ancestry. I still wonder about his life.

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